I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

After tricking Kidd with an illusory king ring, Chu Ming did not delay any longer and prepared to leave the fantasy park.

This classic two-choice plot that he carefully planned brought him rich rewards. As expected, the hard-working bird catches the worm. What kind of script should he prepare next time?

Back at Lafitte's safe house, Chu Ming opened the door refreshed, holding the dinner he brought for Lafitte.

"Lafitte, it's time to eat!"

No one responded for a long while. Chu Ming tilted his head. Was he really not there, or was he pretending to be absent?

He knocked on the bowl and continued to shout: "Come and eat, Lafitte~"

After waiting for a while, there was still silence.

Chu Ming put the food on the table. Okay, he was really not there.

Otherwise, a flying knife would definitely fly out.

It's a waste to bring him food.

Going out at this time, is the organization doing some urgent task?

Chu Ming opened the chat group to see what new things had happened while he was away.

As his fingers slid across the screen, Chu Ming's expression gradually became strange.

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【Top Sniper】: Shirley walks with a swagger.jpg.

[Top Sniper]: @Everyone, look who I found! !

[White Elegance]: Chianti, you are amazing. You even ran into this? Report the address. I have nothing to do. I will go out for some fresh air before Granburch comes back.

[Top Sniper]: You know the Fantasy Park that's been very popular recently, right? There's a Red Castle Restaurant opposite it. Cohen and I were having dinner there, but someone planted a bomb inside. Damn it, don't let me know who did it. The ancestor who played with bombs was almost killed by the bomb. I'll ask someone to investigate. I'm going to beat the damn bomber so hard that his parents won't recognize him!

【Top Sniper】: @￥%￥@￥@

[White Elegance]: ...Stop scolding me and get to the point.

[Sniper No. 2]: In the parking lot outside the Red Castle Restaurant.

[Gin]: Vodka, come pick me up at the safe house.

[Drunk on strong liquor]: Okay, big brother.

This is the latest news. There has been no more news in the group since then. It should be for the covertness of the operation, so the team has switched to voice intercom.

but--

What the hell is going on!

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the organization was in a frenzy of internal consumption.

First, the bomb he placed didn't distinguish between friend and foe, and almost took Chianti and Cohen away together.

He was just one step away from achieving the achievement of "I killed my teammate".

Then came the photo of Shirley that Chianti posted…

That's obviously Vermouth!!

It's so tragic, it makes anyone who hears it sad and cry.

Could it be that Vermouth was shot dead by Gin before she could even say anything?

Wow, poor sister, you died such a tragic death!

Chu Ming slurped the noodles he brought to Lafitte, observed two seconds of silence for Vermouth, and then turned on the TV to watch the TV series.

Go save her? Are you kidding me? Does Vermouth need him to save her?

Even if we wanted to rescue him, it was too late.

Might as well watch two more episodes of TV.

When Lafitte, Gin and others came over, Chu Ming was crossing his long legs on the coffee table, stuffing snacks into his mouth from time to time, looking lazy and decadent.

"Granburch!!"

Chianti's sharp voice broke the silence. She rushed in and stared at Chu Ming on the sofa: "Did you plant the bomb in the Red Castle Restaurant?"

Seeing the victim coming to his door, Chu Ming was not panicked at all, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "No, what's wrong?"

Chianti looked at Chu Ming suspiciously with a confident expression, then looked back at Belmode. After weighing the pros and cons, he complained to Chu Ming: "Belmode said on the way that it was you who planted the bomb."

Chu Ming acted very calmly: "How is it possible? Why would I go to the Red Castle Restaurant to plant a bomb? I have been playing in the Fantasy Park all day today~ Did you see me in the restaurant? No, you must have been deceived by her. Maybe she was the one who planted the bomb~"

"..." Vermouth was speechless as she watched Chu Ming pass the buck without any psychological burden.

Without waiting for Chianti to say anything else, Chu Ming quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you go to catch Shirley? Didn't you catch her?"

Lafitte sat down on the sofa, squinting at Chu Ming, and said with some resentment: "That's not Shirley at all, guess who it is?"

Chu Ming continued to play dumb: "I don't know? Who is it?"

"What a coincidence! The person who disguised herself as Shirley turned out to be Vermouth, the one you invited to go to the amusement park with today!" Lafitte said sarcastically, "You, a companion, didn't know anything about this?"

"Ah, this - is this true?" Chu Ming's eyes drifted, and suddenly he threw a basin of dirty water on Vermouth, "Hiss, Vermouth, you left me halfway just to disguise yourself as Shirley and plant the bomb? Are you planning to follow my example and send a wanted order to Shirley?"

"..." Belmode looked at Chu Ming with an indescribable look in her eyes, "Don't you feel guilty when you say this?"

Chu Ming touched his heart skillfully and pretended to be deep: "I have confirmed it through your eyes. I don't have such a thing."

Vermouth was speechless and gave Chu Ming an elegant eye roll.

Finding that no one was useful at the scene, and that a few mouths could not beat Chu Ming alone, Gin stopped watching the show and said, "Okay, there is a mission."

The moment Chu Ming heard the word "mission", he fell on the sofa. "Hiss - my wound hurts, Lafitte, Lafitte, come and help me, is my wound inflamed and I'm going to have a fever, and soon I'll be lying in bed and unable to get up?"

Seeing Chu Ming diagnose his own problems and even arrange a treatment for himself, Lafitte's mouth twitched: "Your injury has healed and you are fully capable of doing the job. As for me, I have been working so hard for your injury that I can't eat or sleep well. Why don't you let me take on this mission?"

Vermouth blinked and leaned back on the sofa: "Actually, I also--"

"Shut up." Gin said coldly, looking at the three gathered salted fish, murderous aura bubbling out, "No one can escape."

“Oh…” Chu Ming pursed his lips and sat up straight as if nothing had happened, as if the person who was so weak just now was not him. He glanced at Vermouth and Lafitte, “Can you two not copy me and find other excuses? You two have dragged me down and I can’t take leave. I have to carry out the mission with a seriously injured body. Sigh.”

"...Have some shame, you should be very happy in the summer, right?" Lafitte couldn't help but retorted.

Vermouth cooperated well and acted as a perfect supporting actor: "Oh? Why?"

"Because I'm thick-skinned, even mosquitoes can't bite me~" Chu Ming's main point was that he was shameless. He took over the conversation himself and didn't give Lafitte any room to speak.

"..."

"..."

Everyone present turned their heads to look at Chu Ming, with very complicated expressions on their faces.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chu Ming held his head high, appearing very proud.

Haha, are you more shameless than him?

Who here can compare to him?